Hardest thing for me to grasp as an adult is you have to keep showing up no matter how you feel. You gotta do this shit sad, do it heartbroken, do it grieving, do it tired. Life doesn’t care, it waits for nobody, you just have to keep going
Inconsistency is unattractive as hell, how you go from treating somebody like they mean something to you, then one day act like they don’t exist at all the next